Whispers in tears of velvet squares apposed to yellow sunshine.
I can only sense in shades of the most prominent colours of the rainbows
I sit watching the crowds of people walking faster than he knows
You are untracable in waterfalls cascading trumpets playing all goes
We walk hand in hand to keep the demons aways from the scarecrows
Look at the diamond how prescoius it looks with all the colours of universe in rose
Sorry if this doesn,t catch your imagination but my time flies faster as time flows
Persist my friend because one day the arch of your back will bend and tomorrow you will be smaller and you will dose
Relinquish your arms and follow the sound of the tambourine bouncing in your head once it will say how it bows
Polite people follow me because I have dared to dream about the way that sorrow shows
Into your anguish tainted by members of the elite to watch you try once again in tatters as she grows
I feel complete in actions and intent while my dog snoozes for teztimecwill pose
Yes the whispering tears of velvet squares apose to yellow sunshine butvreme ber the white light alwaysxand forever glows.
BIGGER THAN
I LAID in the darkness
Awoken, I arose
I sat in my own filth
I apposed
I stood in the mirror
And I saw me, for who I am
I walked in the valley
Bare footed
I stood before giants
I ignored them
I stand with HIM
ON Him
Who’s bigger than ALL THINGS?
HE'S BIGGER THAN MY SINS
HE'S BIGGER THAN MY HURTS AND PAINS
HE'S BIGGER THAN, BIGGER THAN ALL AND EVERYTHING
THE GREAT AND POWERFUL ALL I AM
BIGGER THAN
HE'S BIGGER THAN THE UNIVERSE
BIGGER THAN AND THAT IS AND MOST
BIGGER THAN THE DARKNESS
BIGGER THAN THE SUN
HE'S THE BIGGEST LIGHT, THERE'S IS
BIGGER THAN
BIGGER THAN, THE GREAT AND ALL I AM
3/29/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026©
3/29/26
written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
The golden climb, with brook beside
The autumn hill, betook from my bedside
No sickly mange would stay my pride
I’d sit there where she lied
Those days of yore
Our hearts entwined, we swore
To set sail a golden shore
And live our days in golden rays,
Eve’s moonshines on the floor
Through the curtains near drawn closed
Never wanting for more
E'er the gods apposed
But hoar winds blew and change pursued
Our happy aisle shrank from view
The day I lost you, a silence crept
They bade me speak, e’er I wept
E’er the gods apposed-
I loved you
Atop the hill in autumn's chill
In nightgown, cap and playful will
The willow gloomed the evening shade
Bringing thoughtful tears, the vow made
I’d had her hand - as we had planned-
Living off the golden land
A fiery hearth had given birth
A heaven built on earth
Yet I lie in clover, the moon high over
Her willow glooms her stone
And far away the angels play
While we lie close and alone
Once foretelling portents swam within the
Apogee bath.
Torn wounds in flesh,
unequip the afflicted. Lack.
Unilaterality Undesirables systematically
inspect an overture unto the future.
Incisions.
Indecision.
Discussions.
Decision.
Resolution Found between
Thigh
and
Breast Fat.
We spoke on the old West.
Distain allowed to follow
in
shadows' shoes.
Walk-
from the gravestone tomb,
Talk-
from the cemetery plot.
prefer amnesia, anesthesia, or euthanasia,
the lot.
Apposed to this undying pain,
grief,
return of
disbelief.
A contrite
Sorry resentment
Sodden in maple
Solidity.
Solidarity pushed well past
comprise while
the unconvinced so
remained that,
a sacerdotal yet
antidotal dissenter.
Go on.
Permission to let Pessimism steep in dark tea leaves.
Reverse dove beneath the San Fernando crust.
Being Alive
Miracle Man
1/1/2025
On January first of two thousand seventeen,
God reclaimed me from death’s certain throes.
Three days prior it was “The Widow Maker’s” scene,
with Sudden Cardiac Arrest both lay apposed.
Now, I celebrate New Years Day for being alive,
I was only the vessel that brought glory to HIM.
Memory of twenty three hospital days I revive,
drinking from a cup always filled to the brim.
The doctors had said they couldn’t explain it,
that a miracle took place in my life that day.
So with ink this day my testimony I transmit,
now eight years later my mind chooses to replay.
First the “Widow Maker” then Sudden Cardiac Arrest,
Each New Years Day I celebrate life and this test.
Falling into a dream apposed to their reality,
Living what seems to be the idea of their own personal fantasy,
The character they play is more than they are,
This egotistical deception steals their own heart,
Why is simple not enough? Why must they compare?,
What purpose does the mask hold? Why is it there?,
When innocence tried to hold on with all its might,
Until they realized that this world is just one big fight,
To steal away empathy, love, and compassion,
And driving them to replace love with deception,
Instead of digging through the rubble of a broken world,
Or holding the hand of the heartbroken until their wounds are healed,
Or taking the time to see under the behavior that has caused so much pain,
Having the love and patience not to leave them this way,
Why not rather instead
Teach our youth
Or young
Instead of using their fists first
Too fight
As a way of expression
Or means of resolving
Problems and indifference
As apposed to
Writing about them
Sticks and stones
May break bones and hurt
Whereas words
Only kill and hurt
" PRIDE "
Both as Crass and as Callas
As it is to admit openly out loud
I find myself recently trying to reconcile
Why it is I sorely miss much more
Not those amongst us currently here
living I beside
But those who have both sadly moved
and been passed on
I wonder if it is because the dead do
not so much annoy anymore
As apposed to those long already
dead residing besides once happy
joyous memories in ones head
We can talk to them about later on at
night before we go to bed
Because they wouldn't let us get a
word in edge way's or shut up and
stop endlessly going on about
themselves
And I am going on holiday with
said set of individual's tomorrow
As unfortunately they who I am
referring to are my nearest and
dearest family
Whom unlike friends I never got to choose
Christmas is coming
And I myself once upon a time
Much like the goose was getting fat
I am now sadly not
For I am currently now getting
thinner than
The leftover wishbone from this
year's thanksgiving's turkey
I managed to scavenge from my
next door neighbors bins
After they we're obviously finished
and done with so therefore eventually
threw the remaining scraps out
Who if they knew or I was willing
to admit the dire state of the situation
I find find myself mired in
Would surely then have offered to
take me in and provide me with
whatsoever help they could
But sadly my own self pride ego
and wanting to keep pace and up
with the Joneses
Will and has left me again sadly
with nothing more
Than hunger pains and grumbling
noise in the pit of my stomach
And a perfectly stripped chewed down
to the bone , wishbone
And hopefully 1 wish still remaining
in tow
So here goes
How I wish it was only them suffering
this unholy indignation as apposed
to me
Or I had taken just a single moment
of my precious time
To be a better neighbor give a damn
or care about anything or anyone
Other than me myself and only i
Part II
Best present i never actually
recieved
So as i was telling you earlier
in part 1
My mum sent her brother to
the shop to buy me my birthday
present
Long story they haven't been
close since she got sick recently
So when she asked and he went
the shops to buy it for me
When i only just got the 1
present and card from my
mum
I could and honestly did for
a second think where is the
1 from you
Until my brain engaged and
this i thought
The greatest and most thoughtful
i never got was that
Because i know how disingenuous
and easy it would be to pick another
card and bottle up and give it to me
As apposed to how much thought
must go in to
Not buying a token gift instead
And that is why and when i say
That is the best present i never
actually got
I am beginning to understand
Why when it comes to some
things in life
A referees is deemed to be required
to preside over proceedings
So neither party gets to bend the
rule's or gain an unfair advantage
Problem is if that referee is human
and not a computer
Unwittingly they will also be biased and
prejudice as every human is
And it's then left up to there own
individual interpretation of the rules
As apposed to if the referee is a
computer
Which basis all it's answers and
decisions on something logical
As 2 simply yes or no
Because human beings are far more
complex
And require a multiple choice of
options
Like yes , no , emotions , feeling
all or none of the above
Down to do I tick or place an x
And should it be in a circle or a box
Until we eventually come to the point
where all we can think is
Sorry I've lost my train of thought
Please just remind me what was the
question you asked me again was
and my options are
I said I was going to make myself
a cup of coffee
Did you want one as well
You then answered yes
So I said
Do you have
Or
Don't you want
Milk and sugar
In yours
Here's a little teaser I pose. A simple answer will do!
When two lines are juxtaposed,
it must be supposed, they are apposed,
so never meet face to face.
But when contiguous lines cross,
will it cause chaos, if they come across
each other in the vastness of space?
And should two circles collide,
does one go inside, or do they decide
they both should become elliptic?
What if two squares intersect?
Should we suspect, as we’d expect,
they’d end as a cryptic statistic?
Though rhetorical questions these,
would someone please ease, my unease,
and answer the questions I pose?
For when my mind’s in this phase,
it’s naught but a haze - a veritable maze,
so it's best I return to prose!
Rhymer. March 3rd, 2017
(Well I only asked! )
Upon a time, a story once composed.
Across the pages dancing letters waltz.
Met eyes. Together, him and her apposed.
The villain, against them, inflict assaults.
It leaves us guessing, due to twists and turns.
However, does the hero save the girl?
Distressing times until the girl returns.
A fight against a dragon, swords unfurl.
Heroic. Saves the girl, and dragon slain.
Afraid no longer. Village folk’s delight.
Wedding. Love is true. Continue to reign.
Espoused, and she is pregnant. Future bright.
Life is less a book, and scripts offhanded.
Plotless stories. Rules unwritten. Candid.
searching for words in continuum of
incompleteness, it was a trickle at first, then
a free fall, cerebral fury: I am becoming expansive,
so apposed to verbatim of shrieks, only
in whispers I will talk to delphiniums,
I would walk inside the time capsule, come
and sit besides me for a while, I am tired of
this ghost town, and fleeing shadows of
waning luminories on the horizon in
half-naked blooms;on different shores
U-boats are being lowered with torpedos. I am
waiting for the hurricane
SATISH VERMA
searching for words in continuum of
incompleteness, it was a trickle at first, then
a free fall, cerebral fury: I am becoming expansive,
so apposed to verbatim of shrieks, only
in whispers I will talk to delphiniums,
I would walk inside the time capsule, come
and sit besides me for a while, I am tired of
this ghost town, and fleeing shadows of
waning luminories on the horizon in
half-naked blooms;on different shores
U-boats are being lowered with torpedos. I am
waiting for the hurricane
SATISH VERMA
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